Tread lightly upon this dream,
it flashed before me in the eyes of an old woman telling her stories of long ago. I tried to explain she listened but her ears put me to shame.
For as hard as I tried as long as I spoke the words did not weave the truth like the way her voice flowed simply and stealthily creating pure harmony.
My mothers presence helps me realise that there is nothing to transcend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem